One
day, when the other brothers had gone to beg for alms, Bhimasena staved behind with his
mother, and they heard loud lamentations from the house of their brahmana landlord. Some
great calamity surely bad befallen the poor family and Kunti went inside to learn what it
was.
The brahmana and his wife could hardly speak
for weeping, but, at last the brahmana said to his wife: "0 unfortunate and foolish
woman, though time and again I wished we should leave this city for good, you would not
agree.
You persisted in saying that you were born and
bred here and here you would stay where your parents and relations had lived and died. How
can I think of losing you who have been to me at once my life's mate, loving mother, the
wife who bore my children, nay, my all in all? I cannot send you to death while I keep
myself alive.
This little girl has been given to us by God as
a trust to be handed over in time to a worthy man. It is unrighteous to sacrifice her who
is a gift of God to perpetuate the race. It is equally impossible to allow this other, our
son, to be killed. |